I don't care if you're an atheist, a christian, a buddhist, agnostic, a wiccan, or any of those other religions. I don't care if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, trans, or anything like that. I don't care if you're black, white, latino, or any other race. I don't care. As long as you're nice and just an all around amazing person, I will be your friend.
Day 24 - The person that gave you your favorite memory
To everyone who lives here (which includes Siobhan, Karina, Elisa, Maria, Avril, Ronzie, etc.),
Currently, my favorite memories are from everyone’s sweet sixteens last year. I didn’t have one the year before, so it was great to celebrate with all of you. I got a great dress for each party, and we just laughed and danced all night. I was never upset while I was there - and it was a big change from another sweet I went to the year before. At that sweet, nobody recognized their childhood friend because of my now-long hair. Those who did never told anyone it was me. Those same friends basically went off with their new high school friends, not bothering to introduce or include me. I spent the night feeling alone and like I didn’t belong, after feeling so excited to reconnect with everyone -those same people I missed and longed to be with while I was in the south.
These sweets were entirely different. Everyone was running and hugging each other when we arrived. We took hundreds of pictures and danced for hours. I felt like I belonged there. It was at those parties that I felt genuinely glad to have moved here, because a little under five years ago, I was scared that it was going to turn into a repeat of other moves. Thank you all for being in my favorite memories :D
Unless you count my kindergarten “boyfriend”, I’ve never been kissed in the way this challenge is implying. It’ll happen some day, but not right now. I did not kiss my ex due to his…hygiene, to say it nicely. I want to fully like the person I kiss and not have it because of a dare, to make that person feel better when I don’t return their feelings, or have it mean nothing. So maybe I’ll revisit today’s (well, it’s really yesterday’s) letter when that happens.
love is patient, love is kind. it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. it is not rude, it is not self-seeking. it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. love does no delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. love never fails. I Corinthians 13:4-8
Day 22 - Someone you want to give a second chance to
I guess as an open letter to those who have judged me,
Some days, these judgements make me furious. I’ve heard people call me things, and I know stick and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me, but they do on days when I feel most self-concious or sad. Everyone has those days. From assuming about my social class/family life to my health, as well as my overall personality. I don’t bother correcting anyone, because I’m too uncomfortable to say it to them or I honestly just don’t want to. If you got to know me, I’m sure your opinion would change. If you have judged me in person, I’m really one of those people you have to know to understand. So here’s a chance. If not, oh well.
Day 21 - Someone you judged by their first impression
This is going to turn into an explanation rather than a letter.
Being someone who is constantly judged by appearance, speech, etc., I try not to do the same because I hate it. I base my judgement by their behavior towards me as well as my friends. Not just one behavior on one day, but repeated actions that I notice over time. It’s always subject to change.
On the other hand, if you feel I have, I’m sorry. Hopefully my idea of you changes quickly.
Day 20 - The one that broke your heart the hardest
Alright. So I haven’t had many boyfriends due to all my moves and honestly not knowing anyone in the area. My last boyfriend didn’t break my heart at all. So I’m going randomly with this one - two of my dogs, as they equally broke my heart 6 months apart from each other.
I don’t remember when Matt rescued you, but I was about 4 1/2 years old. I still have the pictures. You were starved and scared in those first pictures - but you evolved into a healthy dog. Despite all the torture you went through, you allowed us into your heart and trusted us wholeheartedly. You were the sweetest dog ever, and it wasn’t fair that you got cancer. To top it off, we had to leave for the south about 5 months after your diagnosis, separating you from your siblings and leaving you at Matt’s new home. I sobbed for days after we left you, and apparently it left you broken hearted. You died 3 months after we left. I’m sorry you suffered for so long. I love you so much.
I wrote to Lady first because she’s older. But you were my first true experience with loss - the first time I knew exactly what was going on. You were such a sweetie. A true athletic dog who liked running around and swimming, but you had a soft side as well. You jumped into my lap during thunderstorms and curled up next to me when I cried. Unlike my time with Lady, I had no chance to say goodbye. That car crash was instant and you were already gone when I was told where you were. That’s one of my biggest regrets in life - going to the concert that night for my friend’s birthday. I would’ve gone out with you or fixed the hole in the fence. I know it’s not my fault and I can’t change it - but I still feel bad about it. I love you.